Mi-Cha's Perspective 

   I place my finger underneath the lip of the flower and smudge it carefully, making sure that I had created the perfect indent on the petal. Roses were magnificent, but drawing them was always a big challenge. 

   "Mi-Cha!" I hear my umma yell from downstairs.

   I don't answer her and continue to draw. I hear the sound of her footsteps coming up the stairs and I sigh, closing my sketchbook and tucking it underneath some papers in my drawer. 
   The door opens and my umma walks in, placing her hands on her hips. 

   "Mi-Cha, are you going to spend all of your break sitting here drawing?" she demands. 

   "Is that an option?" I ask. 

   "Aniyo! Are you crazy? Go outside and get some fresh air!" She turns to leave out the door. "And if I come back and see that you're still here, I'm grounding you." 

   The door slams and I sigh. That woman never fails to irritate me.
   But maybe going out isn't such a bad idea. I grab an easel and a canvas. In sunny weather, there could be alot of beautiful things to paint. 
   I pull on a long, grey sweater and plop a beanie onto my head and head out the door.
   Alot of people have commented on the clothes that I wear. Most of them comment about how unfashionable I am. But mostly, I just wear these clothes because in the end, they're just going to have paint or lead or chalk all over it, so then what's the point of wearing nice clothes if they'll be ruined in the end? 

   I walk to the park, paintbrush held at my mouth, and head over to the place where I feel has the most incredible view. 
   It's at the top of a slight hill. If you face the right side, you would be looking out over the entire park. If you face the left side, you would be looking out over the park's pond, with its little bridge and shimmering waters, the sun shining delicately on its surface. 
   I had painted the pond last week, so I decide that now I would paint the passers-by in the park. 

   There weren't much people there, but then suddenly, I saw a couple of young guys walk over and sit down on a checkered blanket. There were six of them, and behind them, cameracrews and important looking people followed closely, snapping photos and barking out orders. '

   So they're doing a photoshoot. 
   I was never quite a big fan of these idol groups that so many people liked to obsess over. I just stuck to my art, and that was all fine with me. What was so special about them in the first place? 
   But then I strarted to look more closely, and then my heart stopped. 

   These boys were so incredibly beautiful. 

   I drew the paintbrush I had from my mouth and set up my easel, placing the long canvas on top. 
   And then I began to paint.

This is my first fanfic !! I really love BOYFRIEND !!
I did this about art because it reminds me alot of me and what I like to do: ART. 
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